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Sunday, September 5, 2010

Dear ex .
[no names, but assumed.]
Why did you have to fuck me over so badly?
Why did you find ammusement in the fact that I was hurting?
Did you love how it felt to know you were the reason I cried for months?
Does it feel good to know I don`t trust because of you?
I hope so.
To be honest, you`ve left an inpact on me.
One, I wish wasn`t there.
But, then, at times, I`m glad we dated.
Because, learning from our brakeup, I matured alot.
I don`t understand you, to be honest..
You haaaaated me for months.
Now, you come back, and your `willing to talk`?
What is this?
You think, I wanna tell you how I feel about anything,
when I trusted you, you fucked me over.
So, no thanks.
Suuuure. I fucked up.
But, you made it worse.
I`m sooo glad your out of my life.

Sincerly, Beccachristina.

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